Looking for Alaska- John Green Found Poem Too much drinking in a short time I could taste her again, the wine and cigarette smoke The place had been so silent He was crying noiselessly "I'm going to throw up." Her mouth. Her dead, cold mouth He would inhale; and then scream I had killed her He was screaming, "I'm so sorry." She must have been very intoxicated My body slides into the cold water Scream.Inhale.Scream.Inhale